See the shadow
Peripheral ripples
Against a backdrop
Turn and gone
Never seen
Yet never stops
Always the feeling
Of much more
Without reason
In the quiet
The whisper
Of life’s seasons
Stoic Poetry
On The Cusp
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 